The trolls intentions were unmistakable.

It was on the hunt for its next meal.

Just as Su Yangs mind raced in confusion, a sharp clang rang out behind him.

A villager's trembling hands had caused their weapon to clatter against the stone.

Seion turned to look outside once more, only to find the Cyclops troll staring directly at him, a grotesque grin spreading across its face.

"So, you are hiding here," it sneered.

Chapter 371.

A preemptive strike.

The sound of iron hooks scraping across the ground echoed ominously.

The faces of everyone in the room turned ashen in an instant.

If the ogre caught sight of their fully armed presence, it would undoubtedly result in their immediate demise.

Su Yang peered through a gap, watching as the cyclopian giant drew nearer, his expression darkening with foroding.

They were not scheduled to launch an attack on Bloodthroat until the day after tomorrow.

The ogre should not be initiating hostilities today.

What had transpired yet? This was not the time for contemplation.

Drawing his iron sword from his waist, he carved an opening beneath the tent on the opposite side.

In a hush tone, he urged, "You'll go first.

If he discovers us, we will fight to the death.

" As he spoke, he began to remove the armor he had just dawned.

The farmers instinctively nodded in agreement.

Their loyalty was not insignificant, and even in the face of danger, they would follow Su Yang<unk>s commands.

"Hurry," Su Yang urged once more.

The farmers crawled on the ground one by one, slipping through the opening he had created.

The sound of dragging chains grew increasingly closer.

The cyclopian giant had arrived at the tense entrance, reaching out to pull it open.

Suangat before the ogre could utter a word.

Suang spoke first.

What is the matter? Is something a miss? The ogres single I fixed on Su Yang, a low growl escaping its throat.

Why are you here? Even in the ogre's eyes, humans bore a striking resemblance to one another.

But Su Yang's distinctive black hair and dark eyes were unmistakable.

The ogre recognized him from previous meetings where the chieftain Bet had included Su Yang in discussions and tasked him with gathering resources for the army.

Chieft instructed me to organize supplies here.

Did he send you to assist me? Su Yang inquired, curiosity etched on his face, though his body remained firmly blocking the tent's entrance.

Where the others? The cyclopian giant pressed, scanning the surroundings.

What others? Are you here searching for someone? Su Yang countered.

Where are the other humans? Why is there no sign of them? The ogre inquired, swallowing hard.

By held Su Yang in high regard.

The ogre hesitated to consume him as he needed to locate other humans to serve as his midnight feast.

Oh, I sent the others to the camp to assist in constructing equipment.

Do you require manpower? I can send someone over for whatever tasks you need, Su Yan replied casually, brushing off the dust from his clothes.

The ogre scrutinized the eerily quiet surroundings.

A sense of unease creeping in, leaning closer, its enormous eye bore into Suyangs.

Then it sniffed the air curiously, asking, "What is that delightful aroma coming from the tent? Have you concealed something? Nothing at all.

Perhaps you misinterpreted the scent.

Su Yang replied, his brow furrowing.

Damn you, wretched insect.

You dare hoard food, the ogre bellowed, swatting Su Yang<unk>s body away with such force that he was sent sprawling 2 m.

The ogre then yanked open the tent and barged inside.

Su Yang stumbled to his feet, clutching his left arm, his complexion pale.

With a sharp slap, a wave of excruciating pain surged through my arm, possibly injuring the bone.

Cursed fate.

How could I be so unfortunate? My meticulously crafted plan was derailed by this unexpected turn of events.

Yet, retreat was nonoption, I witnessed the troll burrowing into the tent, gritting my teeth against the pain as I followed suit.

Inside the tent, it was eerily vacant.

I cast a sidelong glance at the torn entrance where the moonlight faintly illuminated a concealed figure.

"This place was merely a storage area for miscellaneous items.

" "Surely there was no food to be found here," I muttered softly.

Having been struck, I dared not reprimand the asalent.

"Just because I frequently trailed behind by did not elevate my status above that of the troll.

" "No, wait, I distinctly sensed it.

" The cyclopian troll, akin to a hound on the hunt for evidence, was sniffing the air intently.

As a subspecies among trolls, the cyclops possessed diminished depth perception, leading to impaired vision and sensory awareness.

However, this particular troll appeared to have an exceptionally keen sense of smell, incessantly proclaiming it had caught the scent of food, possibly that of baked goods.

The cyclopian troll continued to sniff around, its gaze fixating on the gash inside.

Uh-huh.

So, this is where you scuttling creatures are hiding your secrets.

It chuckled, bending low as it extended its head through the opening.

Just then, a human figure emerged from a pile of wooden crates, clutching a hefty stone and leaped down, aiming for the troller's head.

"You dare?" A resounding thud echoed as the stone struck the troll's skull.

The rock shattered upon impact and the cyclops tumbled into unconsciousness.

"It's done.

Let us make our escape," a farmer exclaimed, cradling my injured arm.

I stepped outside, shaking my head.

The trolls recovery is swift.

"If we flee, only to have it awaken.

We are doomed.

We must eliminate it," I declared, my eyes narrowing with resolve.

Eliminate.

Kill a troll.

Quickly fetch that iron hook and chain bind it and stuff a ball of iron in its mouth to stifle any cries.

I issued commands with urgency.

The group sprang into action, swiftly restraining the unconscious cyclopian troll and silencing it.

Taking a deep breath, I plunged a sword into the trolls neck.

The pain jolted the day's creature back to consciousness.

Its eyes filled with terror and rage as it began to thrash violently.

Its immense strength sent several farmers sprawling.

Yet bound as it was, it could not utter sound.

I stepped forward, striking again, and urged, "Now everyone, join me.

Let us slay this beast and depart from this place.

" With a flurry of thrusts, we converged upon the troll, transforming it into a porcupine of wounds.

The troll lay lifeless, and the night had deepened around us.

Su Yang ignited a candle shaped like a canine-headed creature, wrapping its midsection in fabric.

Having completed his preparations, he gestured grandly, signaling everyone to depart.

They navigated past a few drowsy sentinels and stealthily slipped through a pre-prepared dog hole, vanishing into the nocturnal shadows.

In the latter half of the night, a sudden blaze erupted within the storage warehouse of the camp.

Given the abundance of flammable materials stored inside, the fire spread rapidly before the trolls could react.

Nearby warehouses and tents were soon engulfed in flames, casting an ominous glow over the entire encampment.

The trolls roared in alarm, scrambling to salvage items while attempting to extinguish the inferno.

By surveyed the location of the fire, then glanced at the chaos unfolding in the camp, his expression darkening.

Have you seen any humans attempting to douse the flames? By inquired coldly, intercepting a troll.